neverness finds itself in mid-type. what exactly am i doing HERE. Time has staged itself a long, extended version day. so i sit. slow ticks, slower tocks. the trees in my sight sometimes put on quite the show. i am thankful for that and the anticipation of such. a look forward (a look for anything) is always a welcome. my present composition appears(key word there) ok, fine.
bring on the dancing horses or perhaps send in the clowns. (it is nothing i hold on to most). good day.